A girl asked me to be hers once
And I didn't even consider it
Not because she's awful
She's my friend in fact
Not because she's not my type
She's a sweetheart, so she is
Not because she's dreadful-looking
She isn't, I don't care what anyone else says
No, my reasoning is the same for all I've denied
I will not be anyone's
I am my own
The most I'll go for would be sharing each other
She'd have my heart
But she wouldn't own my soul
I don't like that
Most Valentines say 'Be Mine' on them
But I think it's phrased wrong
I like the concept of the origin of love
And I'd like someone to fill the emptiness in my soul
If I am to have a someone in the first place
But all this talk of queerness recently
No doubt leads to talk of love
And I love love, when it's in its general form
But when it zeros in to romance
I have a love hate relationship with it
Yes, love is everything for me
Just not that specific sort
Anyways, I just have insomnia
And I think these thoughts that need to be written
So I write them
And although love in this sense is too complex and intimidating for me to grapple with
I at least added a few sentences to the dialogue
Cassie, I love you
But I am not yours
Which is why I said no
That's not to say I would've said yes otherwise
But in some far off universe you know I said yes
Without even a beat between being asked and answering
And our alternate universe selves are happy
And together
On a porch drinking cider
And holding hands
And planning their vast settle-down-ish future
I know that alternate universe me is happy
Since she has an alternate universe you
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